On one of my walks around a field not far from home I found a row of trees that used to be used for a fence. My guess is that the fence was abandoned at least fifty years ago. This is one of the trees. A bit of the fencing wire is still there. The tree is still growing.

Sometimes logs and trees catch my attention because they remind me of something else. I begin to make up stories. Perhaps you might see something to wonder about in these images.

In my last post I looked at trees and stumps in the woods along Bailor Road. As I continue my walks this spring, the changes, that happen every year, continue to amaze and delight. Spring was slow in coming, but as always it has burst forth. Today’s images are signs that warmer weather has finally arrived.

For several years I made portraits of flowers and seedpods. More recently I’ve focused on trees and remnants left by trees— tree trunks that were still growing and stumps that weren’t. I saw shapes, texture, sculptures, and an occasional strange creature. They had always been in our woods, but I hadn’t paid attention.

This is a chapter from my new book, Bailor Road. The book is available at MagCloud.com.